Summary

Stiles has adjusted so well to his new life that Derek decides to admit him into a local daycare while he works. Being cooped up within the same four walls is making him agitated and fussy, so Derek had wanted Stiles to be able to socialize with other humans in the same predicament.

It doesn't take Stiles long to notice that there's something really fishy going on behind the scenes of the daycare though.

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“You’re kidding me.” He reaches his hand out, places it firmly on Stiles’ stomach. He holds it there for a second, and Stiles stares at it and wonders if this is the last time they’re ever going to touch. What an awful way to go out, Stiles thinks, looking at Derek’s tan hand on his red shirt. What a nightmare. The seconds tick by, and Derek’s eyes go big.

Whatever it is his alpha senses can pick up, it has him looking up with a stupefied expression on his face, meeting Stiles’ gaze head on. He says, “holy shit. There’s…” …a fetus in there. Yeah. “It’s…you think it’s mine?”

The question nearly blows Stiles’ mind. He rears back and looks Derek in the face, trying his hardest to look even a little annoyed – hard to do, with tears still falling down his cheeks. “Who else’s could it be?”

Summary

Stiles is doing fine. Okay, so he didn't expect to be a single father to an infant daughter at the tender age of twenty-three, but it's working out great. And no, he didn't expect to be a curator in Beacon Hills Museum, where weird things happen with no explanation, but he's rolling with it. And he seems to have acquired a new brother now that his dad's gotten engaged, which, odd, but hey, Stiles is flexible, and there's no such thing as too much love, right?

But then the next twist comes in the form of mysterious new neighbour Derek Hale, who is both insanely angry at the world (it's possible he's murdered people with his eyebrows alone), and adorably good with children. He's also in possession of a truly excellent butt.